Mac Miller - Lost lyrics

[Intro]: Sour Hour Most Dope TreeJay What's good? [Verse]: I'm calm, cool Got a blunt gonna roll up two Don't panic, cause I'ma take over this planet Got the advantage to the cut like a bandage Only Ned all up in your band with, no beaver But God dammit this sour I smoke enhance it Got a helicopter where should I land it Been searching but can't find it, the things I do is timeless Where the f** did this kid find this, rhyme sh**, hit lime piff Always see me chilling with a fine b**h, let her show me where her mind is That silence, its private, so sign less Want a Bentley and a big backyard Friendly but a big rap star Still, show love more bud to roll up, smoke duds so much to toke up Wanna big cigar or maybe in the mood for a doob If I roll one of these G's up, boy you gotta roll one too See I'm high but I'm stuck in school, don't know what the f** to do Self made designed my own mind like a pair of custom shoes, so keep 'em Fresh please, finna ball bout to win an SB, Gretzky Your spitting doesn't impress me You walk but you got two left feet Drink vodka with my Pepsi I'm drunk, you sober, I'm starting, it's over Red Rover, Red Rover, you can't break down my wall My hour is so sour so I ain't gonna answer calls I'm lost